The days leading up to my wedding he threatened to ruin the whole thing causing me nothing but stress. My college graduation? I had to beg and plead with him just to get him there to the point where it took most of the excitement I even had about the day away from me.
I don’t know what I was expecting. And I guess I thought there was a level of success I would one-day meet where he would turn to me and say “you did it! You proved me wrong. And I am so sorry for having ever doubted you. I love you and I am so proud of you.” But sooner or later I realized there was no level of success I would ever reach to make my father see me as successful or be proud of me
For the longest time I tried to figure out what it was I did wrong. Did he just not know how to be a father or did he just not want to be my father.
